One by one
the chains will fall down,
the metal rings of torture
will break and all objects,
creatures, feelings connecting me
to this place will follow with a loud crash.

They will slowly disappear,
will eventually dash to pieces,
to notice once I wake up,
there is nothing left to make me stay.
Yesterday was the smile of the sun,
today is the beach with stones,
tomorrow will be nothing,
just the dreams of new horizons.

People change and I have changed too.
Rain doesn’t look like a sad picture
of a crying cloud anymore,
but like drops feeding my skin with life.
The boundary between
the earth I step on right now
and the sky I look at every night
it doesn’t satisfy my thirst,
I wish I could be some place else.

Love is not beautiful anymore,
being his prisoner is not tempting,
now freedom is all that I pray for.
I long to drive on a long road,
with the volume of the radio to the end,
my hair flying with the wind,
my heartbeat chasing the wheels.

I imagine walking on streets
I haven’t been to yet,
I look to read stories
I haven’t heard about before,
I need to taste lips ready to be there
every time I miss sweetness,
I want to truly love, to be loved and
this time away… faraway from here.

Image by Nicola Aiken-Ripolin


© 2010  Broken Sparkles


13 Responses to “Away”

  1. Jingle Says:

    lovely word flow, very skillful write..
    Thanks a ton for the support.Happy Day! Smiles!

  2. Luke Prater Says:

    Strong stuff. Nice one. Cheers. Luke @ WordSalad

  3. Olivia Says:

    very well written.. very rhythmic!! You have expressed your desires very beautifully Blaga. There’s a silky feel to the words that make it very powerful at the same time.

  4. Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved Says:

    However good some loves are, there does indeed come a time when we need to put closure and flee … Love affairs can become claustrophobic, huh? This is beautifully written. I was with you every step of the way … what’s left of my hair flowing in the wind with the radio volume set high … and me high on the wing … Wonderful. In the end, I have run away from every love affair. I need to breath. Wonderful cadence and flow in this one …Poem on, dear friend and poet.

  5. leah Says:

    It was inspiring to things you haven’t done yet….
    However it was sad being prisoner is not tempting….

  6. seabell Says:

    Your longing transpires from every single word… Sad and beautiful read!

  7. Chimnese Says:

    this was beautiful…..beautiful word flow as well, a journey to be traveled….

  8. mindlovemisery Says:

    “my hair flying with the wind,
    my heartbeat chasing the wheels.” I loved this part. I agree very smooth flow, well-articulated emotions, beautiful =)

  9. Jingle Says:

    love horse riding, how cool.

    your words are magical, thanks for sharing.


  10. tasithoughts Says:

    Very moving and well written. You always do a great write.


  11. thingy Says:

    It’s a beautiful piece.

  12. Andy Says:

    Such a sense of longing to be free…longing to love and be loved in return.

    Heres to love the next time around.

    Beautifully expressed Blaga.

    Thanks for sharing.

  13. Cheryl Says:

    I wish I could tell you how much this poem touched my heart. This is a beautiful line, “Rain doesn’t look like a sad picture
    of a crying cloud anymore, but like drops feeding my skin with life.” I just ended a relationship and your poem speaks to what my heart is feeling. Beautiful, my sweet Blaga.

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